The Empty Room

The room was in darkness
Save for the solitary shard of light
Shining directly onto that point on the wall
The blood had dried in long back
If the room could speak
There would be screams
The chains still hung on the wall
Frozen in time
A timely reminder
To the events of that day
She touched them
Just to understand
Why
She expected the feel of cold metal
Instead, a strange heat surged through her body
Compelling her into the chains
Tightly binding her against the wall
Trapped, she waited
He was watching her
Listening as her heart pounded in fear
Just the beginning
She thought she was screaming
As the blood entered her mouth, slowly
Forcing her eyes to scream
Her mind now drowning in panic
As life began to fade
He watched her, fascinated, as she entered the next phase
The journey into the afterlife
Just like the others
The room was in darkness
Save for the solitary shard of light
Shining directly onto that point on the wall.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Ricci Avatar
November 29, 2023 at 2:25 AM
Good Morning Paul. Hi. I very much liked the illusion and imagery for you stir the reader's mind. I also liked how you ended and came full circle from your beginning lines to close your entry which is a nice poetic touch. Thank you for sharing your skilled poetic talent. May this day find you well. Blessings and Peace (smile) - PS - This entry is one that should be read out loud with emphasis and feeling.
Bell Avatar
December 2, 2023 at 2:32 AM
Dark days indeed
Baker Avatar
October 6, 2023 at 10:12 PM
WOW! Intense and mysterious poetry, Paul. Very intriguing ... you let us figure out the bigger picture. Delicious food for thought, my friend. Have a great weekend! Bill
Bell Avatar
October 8, 2023 at 8:50 AM
Getting to that time of year again.
Rodrigues Avatar
October 6, 2023 at 12:10 PM
Quite the storyteller. A dark and frightening tale.
Bell Avatar
October 8, 2023 at 8:51 AM
Practicing for my trick or treating.
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